Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Chapter 19 Shared Umbrella

By the time they returned from the outside, it was getting late and the principal hadn't finished speaking.

Su Mianyang originally thought about going to the end of the wave, and it was up for most of the day, and it was not too short of time, so the two of them slipped back to the room and let it go, but they didn't expect to meet Zhang Haichao just as they bypassed the guard and entered the door.

Zhang Haichao saw that they seemed to see a savior, rushed up and excitedly held Xiao Lang's hand, "Father Lang...I finally found you."

Zhang Haichao had an affectionate expression with tears in his eyes, "The principal's commendation meeting specially praised you, and asked you to give a speech on stage by name, and Miejue Shitai asked us to call you...Thank God I finally found it."

Fortunately, there is room for redemption. This kind of speech does not require any manuscripts, and it is not difficult to go up and say a few words.

Thinking of this, Su Mianyang asked Zhang Haichao, "How long have you been looking for?"

"15 minutes," Zhang Haichao didn't know why, but he still answered him, "I'll go back and report to the teacher, hurry up."

Then it might not be so easy to handle.

The possibility of insufficient preparation was rejected within 15 minutes. Such a long time can only prove that Xiao Lang was indeed not at the scene, and there is no possibility of overturning the case.

Su Mianyang glanced at Xiao Lang with a complicated expression, "Why didn't you remind me this afternoon, I forgot that there was a student representative speaking segment in the principal's speech."

"Forget it, don't you forget it too." Xiao Lang still looked calm after hearing this, and this person was even calmer than Su Mianyang.

No. [-] Middle School doesn’t judge the best, judges first, and doesn’t set up a student union. Whenever there is a need for a speech, the student representative defaults to the first grade in the most recent exam.

Su Mianyang's expression was complicated, and he didn't know what to say for a while, "No...we are different in nature, don't confuse me with you, can you even forget that you are the first in grade?"

Xiao Lang thought for a while, then shook his head, "...forgot that there is no Li Zhihang in No. [-] Middle School."

This sounds a bit like Versailles.

"Let's go." Xiao Lang said.

"Where are you going?" Su Mianyang hadn't reacted yet.

"Go on stage," Xiao Langyun said calmly, as if he was worried that Su Mianyang didn't understand, and he added very kindly, "Student representative speaks."

Su Mianyang was very surprised by this answer. He turned his head to look at Xiao Lang, but he didn't see the slightest panic from the expression. Xiao Lang didn't even change his expression from just now to now, but he seemed to be worried.

"...Are you schoolmasters so arrogant and powerful even to the point of death? At least give me some feedback."

Xiao Lang's expression finally changed, "Chinese is good."

Su Mianyang didn't want to talk anymore.

Not only is Xiao Lang not suitable for small talk, he is not suitable for small talk at all.

Seeing that Xiao Lang was about to go forward like this, Su Mianyang called out to stop him. Under Xiao Lang's probing eyes, Su Mianyang pointed to his clothes, "Let's change our clothes, it's easy for you to show off when you go on stage like this."

After talking, Su Mianyang felt that he was meddling in his own business, and he was even more worried that Xiao Lang would not accept his kindness at all, so he simply pulled the zipper of Xiao Lang's coat, but he didn't want Xiao Lang to react one step faster and grabbed his wrist .

Such a reaction made Su Mianyang realize that his behavior was inappropriate. He felt that he was in the wrong, and looked away in embarrassment.

"Thank you, I'll take it off myself." Xiao Lang let go of his hand and broke the silence first.

Probably because Xiao Lang has always given him too easy a feeling, so that he forgot that Xiao Lang was born with extremely indifferent eyebrows and eyes, which makes people stay away just by looking at them.

Zhang Haichao complained about this at the beginning of the relationship at the same table, and he was not even willing to give up his seat when he saw someone sitting next to him.

And there is nothing special about the two of them other than their relationship at the same table. There should be boundaries between people and people, how could he just forget this.

Su Mianyang couldn't remember how he changed clothes with Xiao Lang, and how he followed others to the auditorium. When he came to his senses, he had already sat next to Zhang Haichao in the auditorium.

This was the first time that Xiao Lang gave a speech on a large occasion, and the moment he took the stage, there was a flood of screams.

However, the protagonist who caused all this had his usual expression of indifference. Xiao Lang stood in the center of the podium calmly, looking forward, but did not fixate on anyone, as if all the bustle in the auditorium had nothing to do with him.

After taking the microphone, Xiao Lang sincerely bowed to everyone in the audience, "I'm sorry, this is a small part of my design, and I didn't discuss it with the teacher beforehand."

Su Mianyang raised his eyebrows.

"A speech is the same as a difficult threshold. It will make us stage fright and want to escape, but no matter how long we delay, we still have to go on stage. It will only make people around us work hard."

Xiao Langping looked ahead, with the same confidence as before, and continued in a deep voice, "So since some things have to be faced sooner or later, we should not shrink back, but face up to difficulties, just like we face difficulties in learning .”

The audience was silent for three seconds, until Su Mianyang applauded first, followed by thunderous applause.

Zhang Haichao next to him was stunned for a moment, showing a sudden realization expression.

"No wonder Father Lang looked calm when he found you. I naively thought that you skipped class. I shouldn't use my scumbag mind to speculate on a good student like Father Lang. I failed Father Lang's good intentions. But Brother Yang, why are you two together?"

Su Mianyang patted Zhang Haichao's shoulder, his face full of sincerity, "Xiao Lang deliberately brought me along in order to make this plot design more realistic, Gouzi, you still have a lot to learn."

He shouldn't be worrying about Xiao Lang's operation with the thinking of a normal person. The person on the stage lied and didn't take a draft, which was beyond his reach.

"By the way, daddy Lang is wearing your clothes?" Zhang Haichao doesn't wear glasses, and his eyesight is not bad.

"What?" Su Mianyang asked subconsciously.

Zhang Haichao tsk-tsk, "It's nothing, you look like a hooligan in normal clothes, but my daddy looks upright when he wears them, and the light of righteousness shines on this earth."

Su Mianyang looked at the stage again, his clothes were not very regular, and he was usually not a decent person, so he did look a bit like a "hooligan" in Zhang Haichao's mouth.

Xiao Lang, who was wearing his clothes, was much more disciplined, all the buttons were carefully buttoned, he stood tall and straight, with an indifferent expression, although it was inevitably tainted with a bit of publicity, it was as dazzling as the sun in the world.

It's not that people rely on clothes, it's clothes that pick talents.

The girl in the front row holding a video camera on her mobile phone heard their conversation, and excitedly turned her head to gossip about Su Mianyang, "Student, you are in the same class as Xiao Lang? Do you have any contact information?"

"Hey, little sister, then you are asking the right person, we are the same table with Lang's father," Zhang Haichao has always liked to socialize, and he is not immune to good-looking young ladies. He leaned over and turned on his phone, "Penguin is still ..."

"I'm sorry," Su Mianyang interrupted Zhang Haichao. He leaned against the back of the chair, his voice was a bit lazy but undisputable, "He doesn't add strangers as friends at my table."

Probably because the refusal in Su Mianyang's words was too obvious, the expression on the face of the beautiful young lady was a little tense, and she turned back unhappy.

"Fuck, Brother Yang, you are too straight. Even if Father Lang doesn't add friends, we can keep it. It's good for you, you ruined your peach blossom with your own hands." Zhang Haichao shook his head regretfully, "That girl just now Really good looking."

"I didn't ask you for your contact information. A twisted melon is not sweet." Su Mianyang looked at the people on the stage again. It seems that the speech has come to an end. If there are no accidents, today's affairs should pass smoothly. .

Then Su Mianyang saw the principal walking onto the stage with a smile. He took the microphone and made a series of summaries, urging everyone to study hard.

Just when Su Mianyang thought the meeting was about to adjourn, the principal said again, "I heard from Mr. Liu in our math group today that student Xiao Lang summed up his English notes on the safety awareness of this small holiday. Let us warmly welcome student Xiao Lang to share Share his notes?"

The corner of Su Mianyang's mouth twitched, he really didn't know what kind of expression he should use to face it, he looked up at Xiao Lang, and then looked away with some guilt.

It's hard to get over this, right?

Xiao Lang, who suffered three consecutive blows in one day, could calmly accept the reality, and he took the microphone again amidst applause.

"Student Xiao Lang, do you need us to give you some time to get the manuscript?" Qian Haitang, the literary and art committee member of their class, was in charge of hosting. She has a sweet voice and a considerate personality, and she has been noticed by everyone since she entered high school.

Many people called her a goddess on the school's confession wall, expressing that one of the major goals in life is to marry Qian Haitang back.

"No, it's not necessary." Xiao Lang's refusal was also expected by Su Mianyang. After all, the notebook was brought to make up the English composition, "I wrote it down and remembered it."

Su Mianyang really wanted to applaud now.

It's too much, it's really too much.

Then Su Mianyang witnessed Xiao Lang compiling a new short composition from synthesis to division.

"Fuck, Father Lang is awesome," Zhang Haichao let out a low voice, "But...why do I feel that it is different from the article that Father Lang read this morning?"

Nonsense, can that be the same?It is impossible for the gods to make up exactly the same twice.

Su Mianyang didn't change his face, "Gouzi, this is the difference between you and Xueba. Xueba can finish the manuscript, but you don't even remember the original manuscript of his speech in the morning."

Zhang Haichao nodded thoughtfully, and said with emotion that his study career is a long way to go.

The speech finally ended smoothly. Originally, the school wanted to hold a small activity for each class, but it didn't want a sudden rain at night to disrupt the situation of the teachers and students in the school.

The principal organized the teachers and students of the whole school to leave the arena in order of each class.

"Brother Yang, I have the foresight, have you seen it?" Zhang Haichao stood up from his seat and shook the two umbrellas in his hand, "I brought two with the knife, you put together an umbrella and go together?"

"Goofy, let's discuss something." Su Mianyang glanced at the two umbrellas in Zhang Haichao's hand, "You and the knife first use one, and lend me one."

Before Zhang Haichao could react, Liu Xiaodao exaggeratedly exaggerated, "You want to go with Xueba, right?"

"No," Su Mianyang gave Zhang Haichao a cold look, "It's always been others who wait for me, how could I wait for others?"

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Xiao Lang didn't come out early. He didn't like crowds since he was a child. After the speech, he kept helping to clean up the equipment in the background. By the time it was almost done, all the students in the auditorium had left.

"Thank you." Qian Haitang walked over with an umbrella, "Let's go together? I don't think you have an umbrella."

"No need, I don't like sharing umbrellas with others." Xiao Lang is not good at accepting other people's kindness. He doesn't like being in debt to others. If he accepts someone's invitation today, he will have to find ways to return it tomorrow.

It is very troublesome to go back and forth, so I simply refused at the beginning.

"Okay then, I wish you good luck." Qian Haitang, who had never been rejected so explicitly by a boy before, felt a little embarrassed, she stroked the broken hair beside her ear, and did not persist.

The rain is really heavy.

Xiao Lang stood in the auditorium and looked out. There were two lamps hanging above the door. Reflecting the raindrops, they were closely connected into lines in the lights, and the whiteness fell to the ground with crackles, forming large and small puddles. Flickering.

Looks like it's going to get wet today.

Xiao Lang took off Su Mianyang's coat and hugged it in his arms, estimated the distance from the eaves of the auditorium to the eaves of the next building, and planned to rush over in one go.

"Fuck, are you an idiot? What are you doing undressing?" Su Mianyang's voice suddenly sounded like thunder, and Xiao Lang's back stiffened in fright. He turned around and saw Su Mianyang standing behind him.

"Why are you here?" Xiao Lang was a little surprised. According to the principal's exit sequence, Su Mianyang should have returned to the room half an hour ago.

"There are so many people, I'm too lazy to squeeze, just stand here and wait until there are fewer people before leaving. What a coincidence that you came out, I was just planning to go back, and we happened to be together."

Su Mianyang opened the umbrella in his hand, held the umbrella in one hand, and grabbed the clothes from Xiao Lang's arms with the other, "Put on the clothes, I don't want to spend this rare vacation taking care of the sick."

Seeing Xiao Lang put on his coat again, Su Mianyang raised his hand and brought him under the umbrella without waiting for anyone to speak. Xiao Lang stood on his right hand, and he held the umbrella in his left hand, and put his right hand on Xiao Lang's shoulder. Take the whole person into your arms.

This is Su Mianyang's long-standing habit of holding umbrellas for others. He puts his hands on the shoulders of his companions. As long as the umbrella does not completely cover the person and the rain falls on the back of his hand first, he will tilt the umbrella a little more to the side.

After being admitted to No. [-] Middle School, Su Mianyang deliberately kept a distance from other people, and rarely shared an umbrella with others like this.

It was probably because of beauty that misled others or compassion, or a combination of both. Seeing Xiao Lang's pale face, he couldn't help but hugged her into his arms.

And the result of this posture is that the two of them are too close, Xiao Lang is surrounded by Su Mianyang's arms, and Su Mianyang's breathing skips the back of his neck from time to time, making the back of Xiao Lang's neck, which has always been sensitive, tingle. itch.

Maybe it was because the sound of the rain hitting the leaves was getting louder, covering up all the other noises outside, or maybe it was because there were few people on the road at this time, and the two of them were silent all the way, Xiao Lang felt that the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

"Isn't it a bit too close?" Being held in one's arms and sharing an umbrella is definitely a one-time experience.

The temperature transmitted through the clinging cotton padded clothes made Xiao Lang a little nervous. He tensed his back uncomfortably and then tried to relax, fearing that his overreaction would hurt the good intentions of others.

"It's just such a big umbrella. If you don't get close, both of us will get half wet." Su Mianyang didn't seem to notice Xiao Lang's nervousness, but hugged him even tighter.

This sentence made Xiao Lang think of more, he coughed softly first, and then asked: "Do you fight like this with girls?"

"Nonsense," Su Mianyang said angrily, "Am I playing a hooligan? I must have given the umbrella directly to them."

Xiao Lang was silent for a while and asked again: "Are you tired, how about I hold an umbrella?"

"Why, do you feel sorry for me?" Su Mianyang raised his eyebrows.

Xiao Lang felt a little funny, "I found that what Teacher Liu said is quite right."

"What?" Su Mianyang asked subconsciously before he could react.

"You are a monkey."